A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 503 Fishing Operation Begins

After dinner, the parents talked to the children individually.

"They want us to stay put, you know, in school - dealing with boring textbooks -" Ron described Mr. Weasley's state of mind, "as if the war is over in a blink of an eye, and it's best if we don't react to."

Back in the bedroom on the third floor, they each exchanged information.

Harry was depressed, and he said puzzledly: "Why don't they understand? Of course I won't sneak out of school, but the necessary preparations still need to be done, right? The next time Voldemort finds me .”

He touched the scar on his forehead, and although he was reluctant, he seemed to be connected to Voldemort in some way-not just the scar, but more emotionally... They hated each other and couldn't wait for the next second just disappear.

"It's us - I don't think he'll let me and Ron go," said Hermione, sitting on the other bed. "That's the problem, obviously the grown-ups want to keep us out of the war." , stay away from Voldemort," she stammered.

"He always came to me on his own initiative!" Harry shouted angrily.

Pop, pop, two piercing bangs echoed in the old room, and Ron's two older brothers, Fred and George, suddenly appeared on the bed where Harry was sitting, and rolled into a ball with Harry. .

"Ouch--"

Harry sat up clutching his forehead, his scar hurting badly, but he was pretty sure it wasn't Voldemort this time. "How did you come here?" He grinned.

"Come and see you, poor souls wandering in misery—" said George in an ariad voice.

Fred did the same thing as Harry - clutching his forehead and moaning in pain, he and Harry bumped into each other unfortunately.

Fred muttered in his mouth and said, "George and I made a bet, guessing which lucky one will jump... I should have taken some precautions, Harry, help me see, I don't have any weird marks on my head." mark?"

"If you mean a lightning-shaped scar, there isn't one," said Harry without hesitation. "I can't see anything but a bulging lump."

"I'm going to trouble Tonks again." Fred sighed.

"Why?" Ron asked, recovering.

"She's cheerful—"

"semi-consciously--"

"Can get along with anyone—"

"The key is that she has special medicine in her hand, which is only for Aurors." Fred and George said in harmony.

Harry stared at them blankly, seeming to have forgotten the serious topic before, but Fred and George became serious.

"Don't blame Ginny, Harry," said Fred, "you've been training so crazy it shocks us, when in fact we spend most of the day in Diagon Alley. Ginny watches In her eyes, she is very worried about you."

"I don't blame her," said Harry, shaking his head.

"That's good." Fred and George breathed a sigh of relief, they looked at each other, and Fred handed Harry, Ron and Hermione each a long flesh-colored string from his pocket.

"This is?" Harry asked, fiddling with the rope in his hand.

"Wow, I've wanted it for a long time." Ron said, and couldn't wait to take it. "This thing is a retractable ear, which can help you eavesdrop on other people's conversations. What is that fellow Nepe doing, mysteriously, coming and going in a hurry..."

Harry was very moved when he heard that.

Hermione was hesitant to accept it. At this time, Ron began to demonstrate the effect. He stuffed one end of the extendable ear into his ear, and the other wriggled like a long worm, and twisted and twisted to get out from under the door.

"Well, I heard some noise...there is a corridor outside, there will be no movement now, unless we are lucky..."

He suddenly screamed, and Harry heard distinctive cat howls from Ron's ear and from outside the door.

Hermione jumped up and opened the door, letting Crookshanks in, with the other end of the retractable ear still in its mouth—"Release, Crookshanks, that's not for food."—while taking George's hand. "I think it will be useful at the right time." She said with a smile.

……

"I'm worried that what happened a month ago will still affect them." Sirius frowned.

"It's true that nothing happened," Felix said calmly. "They were besieged by dozens of Death Eaters. Not everyone can bear the scene, let alone witnessing their companions being tortured... this kind of powerlessness I don't think they're going to go through it a second time."

"I didn't dare to ask what it's like to be hit by the Cruciatus Curse, so I just pretended nothing happened," Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth with tears in her eyes, "I had nightmares for days... always Dreaming of Gideon and Fabian, their faces turned into Ron, Harry..."

Mr. Weasley hugged his wife and patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.

Sirius and Felix looked at each other, tacitly not talking about the bait plan on this occasion.

In a blink of an eye, it's the last day of July.

"Happy birthday."

When Harry pushed open the door, he saw Neville standing at the door holding a gift box and said.

"Thanks, Neville," said Harry, yawning, as he dragged Neville into the room, where Ron was slipping a sleeve over his leg in a daze.

"Why did they arrange the award ceremony today?" Neville said regretfully.

"It's pretty good, actually," said Harry.Seeing everyone busy for his birthday, he felt weird and didn't know how to react.

They got dressed and started unwrapping presents.

"A wand case, fantastic, Neville," said Harry cheerfully.

"As long as you like it," Neville said, "I like the gift you gave me, too," and then said nervously, "It can't be to comfort me, can it?"

"Of course not," Harry assured him.

Yesterday was Neville's birthday, and Neville was always worried that the new semester would cancel the duel study group plan, so Harry made an invitation card for the duel study group in the style of the Hogwarts freshmen acceptance letter, and Hermione agreed. Intrigued, she even cast a spell on it—

When someone opens it, a very dignified voice will be heard speaking.

"You are the chosen one, are you ready for the challenge?"

Neville thought it was cool.

Sirius sent a pop-up book about Quidditch. Every time you turn a page, a three-dimensional Quidditch field will be formed. A dozen illusory figures are flying in the air, recreating some classic game scenes.

"From this point of view, Lynch is no match for Krum at all." Ron said, staring at a scene on one of the pages, which happened in the final of the Quidditch World Cup last year. Fake moves to deceive the opponent.

The Lupines hadn't arrived, and Harry guessed he was in a new werewolf community, but he sent Tonks a birthday present, a handmade bone bracelet.Harry prayed in his heart that the bracelet was not made from local materials, made from werewolf teeth.

Hermione's gift was an enchanted parchment with the names of various spells flashing on it - all of which Harry had mastered.Looking at the full page of the list, a sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously.

At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Bill poked his head out through the crack of the door.

"Breakfast is ready, we need to hurry up, the award ceremony will start at ten o'clock, it is best to arrive at the Ministry of Magic in advance..."

They followed Bill downstairs, and Harry saw two strangers at the dining table, a dark-haired, pink-cheeked witch, and a small man in a violet top hat— The same color as Tonks' hair today.

"Hestiga Jones and Dedalus Diggle," Mr. Weasley introduced at the table.

The two looked at Harry curiously, and Dedalus Diggle took off his hat exaggeratedly, "Hi, nice to meet again."

Harry stared at him in bewilderment, not remembering anything.

"Before you entered school, Leaky Cauldron, you were with Hagrid," Dedalus further reminded, "I even shook hands with you."

That's right, Harry thought.He remembered that there had indeed been a wizard as excitable as Quirrell.

"Hello, Harry," said the witch named Hestia, "we are your guards today."

"Guard?" Harry spat out the slice of bread in his mouth.

"Don't worry, this is a normal process." The witch said with a smile.

Hermione on the side was talking to Tonks, "No, I don't plan to let them know, wait until I have a chance later."

Breakfast was smoked meat, baked potatoes, sliced ​​bread and vegetable soup. After breakfast, everyone went out in batches from the main entrance of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, "You can't use the fireplace, it's too conspicuous." Felix said, " You stand with me, Harry."

Harry felt that the atmosphere was becoming more and more weird.

"professor?"

"After the ceremony is over." Felix shook his head.

When a group of people entered the Ministry of Magic through the red telephone booth, many staff members silently paid attention to them.But soon a team of Aurors came towards them, escorting them in the middle, all the way into a huge conference room.

Harry felt like a tightly held prisoner being transferred from one place to another.Judging from the uncomfortable expressions on Ron and Hermione's faces, they seemed to feel the same way.

The room was dark, full of people, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn, reminding Harry of the scene he saw in the Pensieve. There were almost as many people as Crouch Jr. when he was on trial.His heart was pounding.

He heard Ron and Hermione gasp.

"We're going to the front," said Felix, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder and leading them to the row of seats on the podium.

Intensive flashing lights lit up in the corner, Harry squinted his eyes, and saw the strangely dressed Rita Skeeter from the audience, with a conspicuous quill in her mouth, staring at them fiercely. voila.

"Quick! This is going to be headlined," she said.

There was a lot of discussion in the conference room, and Harry felt like a monkey in a zoo, surrounded by inexplicable crowds.

"They are members of the Wizengamot." Felix explained in a low voice.

"Okay, let's start." Ms. Burns said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will experience a special award ceremony today. Under the current situation, unity and faith are more important than ever..."

Ms. Burns also became verbose after becoming a minister... This was Felix's idea. He stared at the eloquent Ms. Burns and had to admit that this approach was necessary, at least to stabilize people's hearts.

"...building confidence and courage...we already have role models...showing tenacity...without fear and dread...seeds of victory..."

The flashing lights under the stage seemed to be connected together, making people dizzy.It wasn't until noon that the whole ceremony came to an end.

"I got the Medal of Merlin?" Ron said incredulously, looking at the medal in his hand repeatedly.

Felix also looked at his gold medal, which was almost the same as last time. The purple ribbon was replaced with green, which meant that the medal in his hand was first class.

Then Ms. Burns led them to the office of the Minister of Magic and closed the curtains.

Dumbledore also came in, and Harry couldn't wait to ask more questions, but Burns stopped him, "We'll talk when everyone is here." They waited anxiously, and 1 minute seemed to be stretched tenfold, and Harry even Suspecting that he was in the professor's thinking cabin, finally, Kingsley and Sirius walked in cautiously through the side door of the office.

Sirius made a smooth gesture, "No one noticed."

At this time, Ms. Burns spoke and described the entire plan of action——

"Bait?" The three shouted in unison.

"That's right, the Death Eaters haven't moved. I think it's necessary to try it out. This award ceremony is a good opportunity for them. Usually, they can't catch anyone. It will be even more difficult when you start school. ' Ms Burns said.

"What do we need to do?" Harry asked.

Sirius stepped aside, and at some point there were three cups of bubbling compound soup on the table.

"It's very simple, let's go out for a walk against your face."

"What about us?" Harry asked.Ron and Hermione also stared intently at the adults.

"Stay here until it's over," said Sirius deadpan.

It took a little time to convince Harry, but fortunately, it succeeded. Kingsley, Sirius, and Bones took the compound soup mixed with the three people's hair and hid in the cubicle. Moans of pain, when all the sounds subsided, they staggered out of the compartment.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stared across from each other, watching 'myself' move its limbs and look surprised to adjust to its new body, and the weirdness in it was beyond description - better than when they pretended to be Crabbe and Goyle in second year That time was a hundred times weirder.

'Harry' kept taking off his glasses and putting them on again, muttering, "That's weird, is this how James feels?"

"Stop playing, Sirius," said 'Hermione,' and she turned to the real Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Your families have been replaced, too, by Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix."

Sirius, disguised as Harry, said, "We pretended to be going to the Burrow for a birthday party. Mr. Weasley wanted to try Muggle transportation, so he rented two cars..."

The freckled 'Ron' was silent, Kingsley impersonating him.

"Then Principal Dumbledore and Professor Haip..." Harry blinked and asked slowly.

"Ah, I'll make an appearance in Diagon Alley, pretending to use the communal fire to go back to school ... actually sneaking back and hiding." said Dumbledore with interest, "I haven't experienced anything like this for a long time. "

The real Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at Felix again.

Felix shrugged, "I'm staying here and I'm not going anywhere. Someone has to watch you." He pointed to the burning fireplace, "If there is a battle, I will leave through the fireplace as soon as possible and go to the battlefield .”

"Well, we've been delayed for a while, and the Death Eaters might get suspicious if we stay any longer," said 'Hermione' very dignifiedly. "Let's go. The most dangerous part of this plan is that we have to block the first wave of attacks from the mysterious people by ourselves. Fortunately, we have made preparations in advance."

The real Hermione couldn't help being in a daze as she watched the other 'self' giving orders.Soon, they each left the room, and Harry heard Dumbledore standing at the door of the office and saying gently: "Ms. Burns, then I will go back to school first, and there are still a lot of things waiting to be dealt with."

He paused for a few seconds, nodded slightly, pretended to be someone inside, and closed the door from the outside.

"Sit down for a while," Felix said to the three, sitting on the sofa by himself, fiddling with a coin with his fingertips.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at me and I looked at you, and sat down opposite Felix hesitantly.

"Professor," Hermione asked softly, "will the plan work?"

"That depends on how you define success. It's like playing chess. We make a move and wait for the opponent's response. The result may not be as you originally expected." Felix said, "But it is indeed an opportunity. We With all the fanfare here, the Death Eaters are sure to get the news, and you—" He glanced at Harry, "or you—" His eyes flicked to Ron and Hermione again, "disgraced Voldemort , the return ceremony has been messed up, he must be happy to get rid of you."

"Conversely, if the Death Eaters don't show up, there's trouble."

"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked.

"That means Voldemort has his own secret plans that none of us know about, including the Death Eaters," Felix said softly.

(End of this chapter)